My stalker and her stalker sister are still at it. Checking me multiple times a day, and it looks like their stalker mom is occasionally joining in on the fun. The original stalker seems to have found me on Facebook, too, although I have my privacy settings fairly narrow, so she shouldn't be able to see too much there. Seriously, you have to get the whole family in on it? What is wrong with you all? Have you thought about exploring that?
Yeah, it's a public blog, yeah, I'm out there on Facebook, yeah, I suppose you could dig up some dirt on me if you wanted to...but for chrissake, what the fuck is wrong with you that you are so obsessed with me? Honestly, have you asked yourself that? Have you ever thought that you might have a bit of a problem to be so obsessed with someone who doesn't speak to you, doesn't email you, doesn't deal with you in any way, is no longer a part of your life except in your own pathetic and bovine spongiform mind?
I wonder what you do when you look at what I write here. Do you seethe at whatever my opinions might be? Do you foam at the mouth when you see my commie godless secular humanistic homersextical-lovin' writings? I can't help but wonder what you do when you see pictures of me. Do you enlarge those pictures and pore over them obsessively? Do you reach out to the screen and touch my cheek or my lips? Do you look into my eyes on your screen and think that I'm taunting you or trying to send you a message? Do you want me? Is that what it is? Remember...that's a sin and an abomination in your god's eyes.
Honestly, I question your mental well-being, and I feel sorry for those who have to be around you, because I'm guessing that you are making life a living hell for them, and that they wish you'd stop being such a bitch. They probably even look forward to the day when they can get away from you. Your continued obsession with me is illogical, irrational, and incredibly pathetic. You can keep checking me all you want, because I'm not taking this blog private. But you seriously need to get a grip and think about why you can't quit me. You've got a problem and you need to deal with it, because it's obvious that you are obsessed with me. Maybe it's time to adjust the meds, or get back on them if you're off of them. Just sayin'.
this is the kind of stuff that runs through my mind when i think about my real mom finding me.
ReplyDeleteit makes no sense. i just dont see why some people cant accept the fact that others want nothing to do with them as a consequence of their actions- and if their actions dont change, then their will be no point in pursuing a relationship.
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Beth, I'm sorry you are going through this. I know how you feel on a slighter level though. People at work stalk mine, looking for me to trip up and say something about work, I guess. Hang in there.
ReplyDeleteI have one on facebook now and it's remarkably unnerving. It's not that they really bother us, but you just can't help but wonder "why?" the endless fascination!! I love you, honey, but let's face it... we're not all THAT interesting! And I'm including myself in that!
ReplyDeleteI used to get peeved about my ex's wife doing this same thing. These days I don't even bother to see if she's stopped by my blog. She's single handedly severed the ties between my daughter and her father to make sure I don't have any part of his life. Thing is I divorced him and that move will come back to bite her on the ass someday.
ReplyDeleteI think it has something to do with obsession. Trying to be better and out do whatever I percieve to do. What she doesn't know and I think it's the same in some twisted way with your stalker is - it's almost flattering. The fact they she needs me as a touchstone to be a better person.
The reality is, if someone can't be themselves because they're obsessed with someone else, they'll never ever be much more than a stalker without a personality. (Hugs)Indigo
I don't have anything clever to say. There is no frame of reference in my mind to understand why these ladies are after you in this way. They do need to get a life.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Big Mark those "LADIES!!!!!" do need to get a life of their own ~ Ally x
ReplyDeleteSome people simply have nothing better to do with, or in, their lives.
ReplyDeleteOne day--though I doubt it--these asshats will find a new target and you'll soon forget they were ever around.
That said: I love your rant! Mine would have been more chockful of F-bombs...and all those other profane word bombs.
one thing i can tell you is that unless StalkerWhacko gets a new "hobby" you are stuck with her and the family....these nuts probably are SAHM's, no life, no ambition, and think they are always right. I think you are really smart and quite an interesting lady.....and i agree with 99% of what you say on here and FB. i do wish you did not have these stalkers.....scary shit, sometimes. Keep on just being you.
ReplyDeleteive missed a lot lately,not been reading blogs.this the same as before beth?or different?someone upset at what you wrote?oh good.lol.i do love it when an assh**e gets upset.send em over to me,ive not eaten a troll foe ages.lmao.isnt that tracker a handy programme though?no more hiding behind anon.i miss my anon.deprived.you take care beth,you always write what you think and feel.tough if some dont like it.love mort xxx
ReplyDeleteThey are pathetic. People who become obseesed with someone or something hand over their lives to it. It costs dearly.
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Creepy, creepy, creepy! Stalkers and spammers are a strange bunch with no apparent life of their own. Which reminds me... I need to get some advice from you, when you get the chance, about eliminating spam comments from my Blogger blog without eliminating everyone else. Is this possible when they are only identified as Anonymous?
ReplyDeleteYou already know my feelings. I am searching for a word.... Pathetic.
ReplyDeleteHoly smokes, Beth! I can't imagine dealing with unhinged beings such as these folks. Their lives are seriously lacking in, well, obviously many things. Creepy cretins. They're like invisible molesters, ewwwww. Ah but Karma will get them in the end.
ReplyDeleteIt makes you wonder about the mental stability of such an individual. I'm sorry you are having to deal with this situation.
ReplyDeleteWhat I love about you is your ability to maintain a sense of humor about these sad people. If they had lives of their own they wouldn't be so fascinated with yours. Their personal shortcomings are shining through their venom.
ReplyDelete"Homersextical?" "Bovine and spongiform mind?" Genius use of the language, girl!
ReplyDeleteWhat I forced to myself to do with my stalker is reject his comments (of course) but also refuse to read them. I literally placed my hand on top of the screen, then saved them to a special folder. I mentioned on my blog that I was doing this. Then I never referred to him again.
Eventually he got bored. I'm afraid by reacting, you may be providing your stalker with some of the attention she evidently craves from you.
Is this the stalker who checked out my profile and "befriended" me a couple years ago? And she still hasn't moved on?
ReplyDeleteIt is exactly pathetic that some people have nothing better to do than hate others for ridiculous reasons. But isn't that the entire purpose of the Teabaggers? Their purpose in teabagging is to prevent others from being able to teabag, if they want to. I mean when you think about it. They can marry, so they teabag to prevent others, unlike them, from marrying. They are "God's children", so they teabag to prevent others, unlike them, from being God's children, too. They have family and family values, so they teabag to prevent others, unlike them, from being able to have family and family values, too. I can go on, but you get the drift.
ReplyDeleteSecretly, these teabaggers just want to be us, but are too afraid and too scared to make the jump into this brave new world, so they fear and loathe us because they don't have the brains and fortitude to actually be us!
Take that you miserable, loathsome, pathetic little stalker b!#ch (and you little family, too).
I'm just saying....